"Ouch! Stop hitting me! If you break the TV… it costs over a thousand yuan! It can't even be fixed!"
Goldie Thorne didn't dare let go or dodge, taking several solid blows and crying out in pain. 'What did I do to deserve this?' he thought. 'I spend a fortune only to get a beating. My parents have no concept of spending money! All they know is how to take it in, not how to spend it. They've never enjoyed life. Unbelievable...'
The mention of over a thousand yuan successfully stopped the old couple. It wasn't because they felt sorry for Goldie Thorne, but because they were afraid the television would get broken.
Seeing the large cardboard box, Byron Thorne's eye twitched. He roared, "Take it back and get a refund!"
'What's so great about a television? I don't even like watching movies. Looking at cash is much more satisfying.'
"It can't be returned! I had a friend buy it for me from the south. All sales are final, no returns or exchanges!"
